October 2, 2020
Photo by Krasimira Banova

The Wind
A Poem by Tim Bosworth

The wind
            Caresses us.
            Whispers in our ear love and kindness.
            Moves seeds and ships around.
            Tells us, that too shall pass.
Is a packaged deal.
            Knocks down power lines and trees on people.
            Collapses houses on them.
            Wears down tremendous mountains and ranges.
            Dirty-works the hurricanes and tornadoes
            Whips forest fires into a frenzy.
What shall we do with the wind when it is our child?

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